How do you avoid rubbing shoulders with thousands of other tourists and high school students-on-a-trip- abroad? I don’t suggest shooting yourself, but take an hour long trip to Kutna Hora. Don’t go average and ride my biggest enemy, the mundane 8am-6pm white tour bus, plan ahead and discover how the Republic operates everyday.
The previous night’s cab fare was a total rip off (it was below zero, we HAD to take a cab), we trashed 350CZK (USD18) for a 5 minutes drive. On a rebellious saving quest, we took a tram from Revolucni road to Praha Hlavni Nadrazi, the main train station in Prague to make it in time for our train at 9:55am. Tram ticket valid for 30minutes: 24CZK. Disregarding the fact that there were specific trams that went directly to the station, we hopped on the first tram that arrived. By the time we realized we were on the wrong tram, it stopped at a street a little out of the way. We trusted my prone to failure instincts and followed a random group of strangers wheeling their luggage down the street. We crisscrossed through the streets until we saw the remarkable structure of the train station. Roundtrip ticket to Kutna Hora Mesto: 170CZK
Finally, we were here! Sedlec, the mighty o’l holy, where an abbot once sprinkled sand he brought from Calvary in the 13th Century, was a sight to kill! Everyone wanted to be buried there and OH! how they weren’t.
Like we could not afford to waste more time, we instantly took pictures after paying the admission charge of 40CZK and brushed off information pamphlets handed out to us. “What’s with the rush?”, I panted. A couple of deep breaths later, I continued taking photos of the exotic church’s human interior. Stacked with approximately 40 to 70 thousand bones, the monk in charge of the church back in 1511, encountered issues with inventory management while more dead bodies kept flowing in. So, they hung in there.